Todos os capítulos de Born to Rule: The Dragon Queen: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Mira’s POV I opened my door and held my breath. My mate was standing there—tall and devilishly handsome, dressed in black pants and a black shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly. And those turquoise eyes… the way he looked at me, full of love and devotion, almost undid me. I wanted to drag him into the bedroom and worship him. When did I become so naughty? “Pregnancy hormones are increasing your sexual drive,” Asfar said bluntly. I flushed, and Dorrin pressed a gentle kiss to my cheek, taking my hand in his. “You look breathtaking. Are you ready, my love?” he asked, and I nodded. I was ready to follow him to hell, never mind just a date. “Curious where he’s taking you. Storm did not tell me,” Asfar teased. In a flash, we were already seated in the carriage. Thank the Goddess as I was not ready for another horse-riding tour. Dorrin was holding my hand,

Mira’s POV Pleasure was still humming through my cells after making love with my mate. I felt boneless and weightless, the grass tickling my bare feet while a light breeze caressed my skin. The evening was quiet and magical, perfect for a stroll. But all I wanted was to quickly pick a catolia flower and return to Dorrin’s warm embrace. I wanted to feel his touch again, to let him claim me once more before he went out with Alexander. And when they returned from their night out, I planned to tell them about my pregnancy. My whole body vibrated with excitement and happiness. I was facing the garden when I suddenly heard a faint rasp. I turned toward the palace wall. I heard it before I saw it—the sharp whistle of an arrow aimed straight at my heart. I screamed, shocked, and fire burst from my palm, burning the arrow to ash. But I stumbled back, lost my balance, and fell.

Liora’s POV“…And she is carrying triplets,” said Cora eagerly, pulling me out of my thoughts. Before that, I wasn’t even listening to her usual word-diarrhea about palace life and preparations for Mira’s coronation ceremony.“The princess is pregnant?” I asked in disbelief.“Yes! As I said, she’s pregnant with triplets—one pup, one hatchling, and one hybrid.” Cora replied, smiling so widely like she was delivering the best news ever. It's definitely not the best for me. She was carrying the strongest creature alive. I bet the hybrid one was the strongest.Alexander and the Royal Commander must be over the Moon. She was carrying a fruit of love, being possessed and cherished by the two most gorgeous and powerful men across all kingdoms… while I was tossed aside like used goods. But it wasn’t jealousy overwhelming me—it was fear. Fear of the threat to my son’s future. He was the oldest, and the Lycan throne was rightfully his, but Mira was the Luna

Mira's POVThe day was slipping through my fingers like light — too fast, too bright, almost overwhelming.From the moment I stepped out of my dining room, the congratulations started again. Dozens of them. Warm hands, teary eyes, and hugs that lingered. It felt like everyone around me was bursting with happiness for my pregnancy — maybe even more than I was letting myself feel.“What colour should we paint the nursery? What if they’re all girls or all boys?” Marina asked, her face twisted in adorable confusion.“Maybe both,” our mother said with that soft, proud smile she gets whenever she talks about the babies. “I’ll ask the designers to prepare gender-neutral options. Something calm, something meaningful.”Everyone nodded eagerly, like they were already imagining tiny footsteps and lullabies.“Will we plan a pregnancy reveal after the crowning ceremony?” Katria asked, practically vibrating with excitement. I never imagined this fierce warrior would care about things like balloons,

Mira's POV I was on the sofa trying to put my thoughts together to write a new chapter of my novel. Seems inspiration left me, I have scattered papers around and pressed a pen to paper thousands times, but no words were written. A water droplet from my still dumped after the bath hair dropped on a paper. Earlier in the bath tons of ideas hit me and I barely drying myself just throw on me a robe, not bothering even to close it properly rushed to write, but inspiration was gone as fast as it came. Maybe it was the pressure, or maybe it was that strange ache in my chest that kept twisting tighter every hour I was away from them. Even the silence in the room felt heavy, like it knew I wasn’t myself. My robe kept slipping off my shoulder, and the chill air kissed my skin, reminding me painfully that I used to feel warm, grounded, when either of them touched me. Everything felt off—my thoughts, my breath, even my heartbeat. It was like my whole body was waiting for som